Rune_Alchemist

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
-- // JANUARY, 23

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"Are you a dumbass number three?" Eleven exhaled, a long trail of brown mist coming from the corners of her mask. He was lucky he didn't lose a hand. "One, you never tell an agitated person to calm down. Two, that is not what we're here for you thin-skulled philistine, keheheheh!" She looked over the hermitage across the street, narrowing her eyes at the building. "Surrounded by idiots, keheh!"

Of course, what the soldier had said she had already considered. Those were the orders after all. If they were doing things discreetly, then it was because they couldn't be found out. Either pinning the blame on someone else, or they were discreetly making the way for someone else. Simple enough tactics, really. A third grader could come up with it. No intel though? What was this, amateur hour? You think they'd have something, but she supposed that's what they were here for. Cavalry and all that. How annoying. At least maybe she'd get some dinner out of this.

"Of course, that's what we're here for." Eleven responded, turning her attention back to the humans. Her voice was only mildly less psychotic sounding. "Nothing more, nothing less. You want this place cleared out, it'll be done. Easily." But the next moments that followed, made it clear they weren't going to be very conversationalist. Static came over the radios, all receiving the same garbled message.

"...dinner time then, number three, keh-heh." She followed the soldiers down onto the concrete, a thin trail of mist following behind her as she landed. She really needed to change her bandages and robe. They were already old, and showing signs of wear and tear, and this little mission would be a good excuse to get new ones.

"A little tidbit of help for you," She flashed the humans a sideways glance, only sparing the humans one courtesy. "...if shit does hit the fan, my little snack-cakes," She chuckled. "And you're not as stupid as to throw your life away, then you best either run to three or...well anywhere else but me, really, keh-heh." Eleven began sauntering over to the hermitage, her footsteps marring the ground below with thin lines of brown rot. "...oh, and leave any locked doors to me, keh."

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

I really do like the cast we got so far. Everyone's their own special brand of crazy and I love it.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
21:00 // JANUARY, 23

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Cold.

Russia, was cold. What the hell. Not even her cloak could really keep it all out. Ah, she wanted her warm, humid, little hovel back already. These stone buildings, people, fresh open air...utterly irritated her. She wanted to rip it, watch it all decay, rot into nothing. Urgh, why did she even let these people push her around? Pathetic. She should just eat all of them. They'd probably go good in a stew. Just melt their flesh, rot it away...put it in a pot...

#11 licked her lips as she reached the top of the building.

A nice stew would do wonders for warming her up, wouldn't it? She stared maliciously at the two humans. Heh, they smelled good. Maybe one going missing wouldn't hurt, would it? Heheh, no no, but they'd get mad at her for potentially hurting the mission. Well, at least she was in a semi-good mood imagining how'd they taste sauteed, boiled, and put in a delicious smelling stew. And then the weak looking one had to put her into a bad mood again. He'd be cooked. Alive. Slowly flayed. Roasted? Yes, that sounded delicious.

"Eeeeeh?" Eleven was the first to respond, her raspy, dry voice muffled under her mask. Things were they? "Kahahahaaha! Explosives, huh? They want to use explosives! How primitive. Just let me in there and kill all of them, heheheh!" She took a few threatening steps forward, a wide, toothy grin under her mask as she stared at the nervous soldier, cocking her head to the side and making an exaggerated motion with her arms. "I'd clean them up really good. Not a single trace left...gobble every single one of them up, Kahahaha! Not a single," She leaned forward more, he could probably smell the stench of decay and rot coming off of her easily now. "trace left." She made a wet slurping sound like she was loudly licking her lips as she stared at him.

It did seem like a simple enough task. Too simple, really. Why even be called for something so frivolous?

"...keh," She chuckled, taking a step back. "You don't worry your delicious little flesh over it. After all, we're made for this sort of work, kahahaha. What do you think, Three? Seems simple enough. Security will be easy."

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

#11

#11
Suty

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
17
• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Russia

• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Mission oriented + Erudite + Optimistic
- Bloodthirsty - Antagonistic - Erratic
* CONSUME * Find out what she - they really are * Survive

• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Ammits Breath | #11's body constantly secrets an incredibly toxic and corrosive substance in the form of a thick, darkbrown mist. While she doesn't seem to have much control over the secretion of this toxic substance, she can seemingly control it and its concentration to an extent. This normally manifests as covering an entire field in the incredibly corrosive substance, decaying flesh and metal alike, or using it as a more directed form of fighting in tandem with her super-human physical abilities to deliver a more directed blast of her potent toxin. A more notable use is creating such a strong concentration of the secretion around her, it can dissolve most standard issue projectiles and weapons before they reach her, though such a state is difficult to keep for long. If exposed for long enough, there doesn't seem to be much that this substance can't corrode in some manner.

She normally curbs the secretions by wearing bandages and a fairly heavy cloak, which she changes on a regular basis, especially after a fight. For the most part, her flesh seems immune to her own decay.

Additionally, #11 has been trained extensively in hand to hand combat and is familiar with a number of melee weapons as well as ranged firearms, and despite her more erratic nature, she seems to take quite a liking to certain fields of academic studies.
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A p p e t i t e L v l :: 3

Note: While her appetite level isn't the worst considering her personality, people and things decayed by her rot seem to increase her desire for consuming them, even non organic things.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Oh my, juicy secret background info.

I shall responsibly hold onto this power and totally not taunt people with my secret eldritch knowledge.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Haruharara

'Aight, here she is. I saw mention of Number eleven was someone the scientists wouldn't miss, so I hopefully did that well, heh.

And oh jeez, two other people for Mother Russia already, huh? Hello, Comrades!

#11

#11
Suty
• P h y s i c a l A g e •
17
• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Female
• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Russia
• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Mission oriented + Erudite + Optimistic
- Bloodthirsty - Antagonistic - Erratic
* CONSUME * Find out what she - they really are * Survive

• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Ammits Breath | #11's body constantly secrets an incredibly toxic and corrosive substance in the form of a thick, darkbrown mist. While she doesn't seem to have much control over the secretion of this toxic substance, she can seemingly control it and its concentration to an extent. This normally manifests as covering an entire field in the incredibly corrosive substance, decaying flesh and metal alike, or using it as a more directed form of fighting in tandem with her super-human physical abilities to deliver a more directed blast of her potent toxin. A more notable use is creating such a strong concentration of the secretion around her, it can dissolve most standard issue projectiles and weapons before they reach her, though such a state is difficult to keep for long. If exposed for long enough, there doesn't seem to be much that this substance can't corrode in some manner.

She normally curbs the secretions by wearing bandages and a fairly heavy cloak, which she changes on a regular basis, especially after a fight. For the most part, her flesh seems immune to her own decay.

Additionally, #11 has been trained extensively in hand to hand combat and is familiar with a number of melee weapons as well as ranged firearms, and despite her more erratic nature, she seems to take quite a liking to certain fields of academic studies.
___________________________
A p p e t i t e L v l :: 3

Note: While her appetite level isn't the worst considering her personality, people and things decayed by her rot seem to increase her desire for consuming them, even non organic things.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Hmhm, I'll see about brainstorming some ideas, now~

Digimon Hackers: Jormungundr

Ruruka

Ruruka Kozuki

Hacker

Name:
Ruruka Kozuki

Gender:
Female
Age:
19

Appearance:
Standing at five foot five, Ruruka, always manages to exude an aura of calmness and sophistication. From the way she carries herself, to her smallest movements. She always maintains an elegant visage. She has white hair, well taken care of - washed and scrubbed until her voluminous locks are shiny and smell faintly of a field of flowers, and she can often be seen wearing a decorative flower ornament of some sort braided into her hair.

Typically, she dresses as one may expect. Fancy dresses and that usually evoke a feeling of winter, or colder temperatures.

Personality:
What would one expect of a rich, sheltered, spoiled brat? Well, whatever stereotypes exist, probably apply to Ruruka in some fashion.

Coldly confident, Selfish, arrogant, but generally tries to be friendly she has trouble at times realizing that her sheltered upbringing being waited on hand and foot, has given her a bit of a different view of the world than everyone else. Needless to say, she's a bit difficult to get along with, but if one takes the time to befriend the ice-queen a bit, they'd find someone who is very eager to learn and grow as a person, if given a chance. She can be rather playful at times, and its sometimes difficult to tell if she's being honest in her words, or merely being catty or sarcastic.

Her main interests lies in gardening, hacking, computers, botany, and of course, Digimon. She considers her hacking skills second to none.

Bio:
The sole daughter of wealthy private "Security Group" named "Rashomon International" that prides itself on quickness, efficiency, and a 100% satisfaction rate, Ruruka has spent a good portion of her life with a silver spoon. The best education, never wanting for money, and in general she's just had a fairly good life. She coasted through school easily as a model student, with many claiming she'd go on to take over the company when she got through with college.

Perhaps, perhaps. But in this new digital world of theirs, certain things need to change to get with the program. While Rashomon was known publicly as a cyber security firm, one that both did their job well and efficiently, it was no secret to those in the field that the group had its hand in a number of shady practices. Theft. Forgery. If you wanted something done, the demons would do it for a price so long as it fell within their field of expertise.

This meant that no small part of their game was information and hacking. They prided themselves in knowing people in every online area, and as online security began evolving more and more, the people outside the virtual world needed to adapt to online threats. When Eden became a thing, the group was more than eager to expand their group into the world, becoming well known as a supplier of information as well as being a middle man for more earth-bound groups for Eden, or even protecting assets for people in the cyber world.

When Digimon were introduced into the virtual landscape, a seemingly lucrative opportunity presented itself, and Ruruka quickly jumped at it towards the end of her high school career two years ago. Being brought up around computers and spending much of her free time in the virtual world already, it hardly seemed like a leap to make that these digimon could be extremely useful in a realm of cyber security, and she was quick to start exploring her options in the area.

Perhaps her expertise in this area is why she received that mysterious letter...

Digimon 1:
In-Training:
Tanemon
Rookie:
Palmon
Champion:
Togemon
Ultimate:
Lillymon
Mega:
Rosemon
Digimon 2:
In-Training:
Budmon
Rookie:
Lalamon
Champion:
Sunflowmon
Ultimate:
Lilamon
Mega:
Lotosmon

My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

Edgy anime RP with characters that participate in the other fun kind of eating people?

Sign me up for some bad times.

Digimon Hackers: Jormungundr

@King Cosmos

Whoopsie, sorry King~

Rafflesiamon is amazing, yep.